Sebastián Piana, Homero Manzi, 1931.
Milonga from My Heart
Translation Jordana del Feld
Milonga to remember you by
Milonga from my heart.
Others cry their eyes out
I sing my cries instead.
Your love dried up all at once
and you never told me why.
I cheered myself up
thinking it was typical womanly treason.
I'm a real man, for loving you deeply
I'm a real man, for wishing you well
I'm a real man, for forgetting our fights
because I've already forgiven you.
Maybe you'll never even know
maybe you'll never even believe
maybe you'll just laugh
when you see me prostrate myself at your feet!
It's easy to stab and slash
to revenge betrayal
It's easy to let passion's fate
fall to a playful dagger.
It's not so easy to sever
the tentacles of the great Kraken of love,
when they're buried all the way up to the hilt
deep in your heart.
Milonga that shows me you're gone
Milonga that shows me your ghost
Milonga that no one's ever going to sing under your balcony.
Milonga that makes you come by night
Milonga that makes you leave by day.
Milonga that might just tell you yes...
Milonga that screams to you, “fuck no.”
Milonga Sentimental. Carlos Gardel.